Doles

Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 50, 22 November 1930, Page 19

Doles

I New Zealanders Prize Poem from the “Bookman." “The loveliest things on earth are -free, j A tulip abloom or a bursting tree, $ The grass on the hill-tops at set of sun Like a Turkish carpet with the patterns run. :■ The grace of the willows bending to look | For the pale face of Narcissus hid in the brook. The dance of the poppies in the wind at noon J With faces a-scarlet for the joy of the tune. j A bird’s mottled breast as it swoops to earth. And the flight of its song in its crazy mirth. The dragonflies’ whirr, like the music of strings, ■ I And the cool touch of water from forest-deep springs. I And fleet-footed things in the hush of some wood I ' In the joy of moss beds and its leafy hood. M The jewel in the' dark from the lightning’s lap, ' ffl B And the fugue of the thunder in its clap upon clap. | O, God, do You know when You gave beauty free . | I ' You put a strange cry in the heart of me, | And may Ibe dead at the newling of I If I fail to respond to each beauteous thing.” —L. C. Lesley House, Christchurch, N.Z. |. -